The sun shines.
The moon chills.
The reflection remains the same.
The heartbeat begins.
Another Fades.
The melody flows the same.
Smiles give comfort.
Tears hold the pain.
The cries sound the same.
The new book is wrap with a bow on top.
The dirt of the original copy is wrap with a rose on top.
The legacy is cherish the same forever. By: M.W. Styner, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem